The wicked stench of exploitationHangs in the air and lingers onBeneath the praise and admirationThe weakest man in Babylon

There is no hope left in your kingdomYour servants have burned all their songsNobody here remembers freedomThe richest man in Babylon

(Scat)Babylon no get rich againBut to end up sick againAnd you end up weak againBabylon(Scat)

Babylon you runYou better know you you better understandThe rancher man you better hear what we sayBabylon this is your final dayBabylon this is your final callRead the writing that's on the wallSee divided we standAnd together we fallYou never know thatYou not gon' catch me in a rat packWe not gon' fall away from it jahNo way